Thot Thot

HeartBeatz on the track Pulled up, drop top, Backwood, hot box Pickin' up my thot thot, tryna hit a hot spot Extra clips, hot Glocks, fuck 12, cops watch Bitch, we got the block hot, they think we gon' stop, not I don't talk on cellphones, bro called through a jail phone (a jail phone) Bitch blow up my phone, she ask when I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home) I can't leave her 'lone, she just like my backbone (my backbone) I used to be on bond, trappin' 'til the pack gone Designer gear come mismatched Stop callin' for your bitch back Glock right by my six-pack I'm poppin' percs like Tic-Tacs Can't lie, I got my shit snatched But I came for my shit back Pull up like, "Let me get that" Got somethin' for they bitch ass Bitch I brung them knots out Don't make us bring them Glocks out (them Glocks out) Tryna catch the opps out Fuck school, I dropped out (I dropped out) Bad bitch, she jocked out Good dick got her knocked out She hate when I pull out She like it in her mouth I love the microphone She tell me she like my songs (she like my songs) Better suck all on my balls Yeah, while I write this song (I write this song) You better not stop until I say I know it might be long (it might be long) I put it all across her face Then fuck her all night long Pulled up, drop top, Backwood, hot box Pickin' up my thot thot, tryna hit a hot spot Extra clips, hot Glocks, fuck 12, cops watch Bitch, we got the block hot, they think we gon' stop, not I don't talk on cellphones, bro called through a jail phone Bitch blow up my phone, she ask when I'm comin' home I can't leave her 'lone, she just like my backbone I used to be on bond, trappin' 'til the pack gone Bro called through a jail phone She ask when I'm comin' home Trappin' 'til the pack gone Trappin' 'til the pack gone